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[oblivionwalker]

From the emptiness embraced does this wisp of smoke arise, up along my spine and through my lungs till I breath nothing but dieing embers. Memories of candles flickering in the haze, of the harvest moon and the cool Autumn air, now only harsh light and confusion. Perhaps I've drifted with the breeze for so long I didn't notice when the winds failed

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[insectqueen]

extremely eloquent... *hugs*